My wife watches, my dick deep inside another pussy

Monica's next move is instant and filthy.

She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t storm out. Instead, the door clicks shut behind her with a soft, deliberate sound. Her long dark hair swings as she takes one slow step forward, then another, eyes glued to the way Ellie's skinny hips are rolling, taking every thick inch of you deep inside her.

“Jesus Christ…” Monica breathes, voice low and shaky with heat instead of rage. Her keys slip from her fingers and clatter onto the floor. One hand stays on the door handle for a second like she needs the support—then it drops, sliding straight down her flat stomach and into the front of her leggings. You can see the outline of her fingers pressing hard against her pussy through the thin fabric, rubbing slow, greedy circles.

She bites her lip hard, thighs squeezing together as a visible shiver runs through her sporty little body. “You’re really… fucking her. Right here. On our couch.” Her voice cracks into a husky whisper. “God, look at how deep you’re going… she’s so much taller than me and you’re still stretching her like that.”

Ellie moans louder at the words, deliberately slowing her ride so Monica gets a better view of your cock sliding in and out of her. Monica's hand moves faster inside her leggings, the wet sound faint but unmistakable.

“Don’t stop,” Monica orders, stepping even closer until she’s only a few feet away. Her small perky chest is heaving, nipples stiff and obvious. “Keep fucking her. I want to watch her cum on you first.” She pulls her hand out just long enough to shove her leggings and panties halfway down her thick ass, then plunges two fingers back inside herself with a needy gasp.

Her eyes flick between Ellie's bouncing medium tits and the way your big hands grip that skinny waist. “This is so fucking wrong… and so hot. I’m soaked.”

She sinks into the armchair right across from you, legs spread wide, long dark hair falling over one shoulder as she fingers herself openly now, free hand squeezing one of her own small tits.

“Tell me how good she feels,” Monica pants, staring straight at you with pure lust. “And don’t you dare pull out until I say so.”

Ellie grins down at you, clenching hard around your cock, clearly loving the audience.

Your move, big guy—what happens now?